Pop* lyrics

[Intro: YSN Flow]
Why is everything chrome?
Ayy, ayy, b*tch

[Verse 1: YSN Flow]
I came from that A, n*gga, that was my session
And I'ma spin down with that Glock Smith & Wesson
n*gga play dummy then I send him to Heaven
My n*ggas gon' creep like we double-o seven
I been doing drill since I was like eleven
My n*ggas gon' box you ass up like a present
Me and Young Marlo are trapping in the field
Doing drills for the n*ggas who thought they was up
Glocks in our tummies, you know that is tucked
If a n*gga play crazy, we send his ass up
Choppas gon' bang, spin 'round his block, let it rain
Never be tucking my chain, I came out the rain
And now I got change, I never gon' change on my blood, on my gang

[Verse 2: YSN Ourt]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I keep the tool, so you know I ain't streesing
Pockets they [?]
I'm thanking God, He keep giving me blessing
Smoking on opp pack, we sent them to Heaven
My n*ggas trapping, might serve up to reverence
Ain't signing deals, that's the figures or seven
Hit 'em three five, you would think I was Kevin
My n*ggas come G state where we [?] on
Bodies they laying, ain't no tracking who left 'em
No DNA but they know that we strech 'em
They call a medic but they couldn't help 'em
Came with the drip, better watch how you stepping
[Verse 3: YSN Marlo]
Ayy, ayy, look
That n*gga mad 'cause he seen that I flex
Diamonds my wrist, b*tch, it's all on my neck
Run up on me and I'm spreaking that TEC
Look at my diamonds, this sh*t pretty wet
I got a deal, so I'm getting this bag
Hate on Young Marlo, I'm up all this cash
f*cking your b*tch, she throwing it back
f*cking your b*tch and she throwing it back
Look at my diamonds, they f*ck with my drip
I'm getting my money, no time for a b*tch
Pull up with choppas, pull up with sticks
Pull up with choppa, pull up with stick
I'm getting money, I stay in the stu'
Look at my pockets, this b*tch full of blues
Thirty five dollars on shoes, thirty five dollars on shoes

[Verse 4: YSN Jayo]
Ayy, hop out the Bentley, my Glock, boy, it's fitted
Big choppa, b*tch, I step with the semi
My money get plenty, I ride with your bitty
My pants is falling, they held up with [?]
The people hating on me, swear is so petty
And all this money, I been getting so many
I swear to God, b*tch, I might need me a granny
I take my time, b*tch, I be f*cking your [?]
Lil' drip youngin but I'm white like a Xanny
My money long, start popping my fanny
No second guessing, they ain't asking no candy
No second guessing and they ain't asking no candy, huh?